Thursday, July 30, 2015

On Chastity Planet, university student Robin must choose between going on Spring Break with sexy coeds, or taking his holiday on the Orbital Facility.

There’s a snag. On this world, all men are fitted with inhibitor collars and alien-tech chastity cups. The frustrated Robin is at the mercy of ruthless flirts and cynical female pleasure seekers. He’s also utterly defenceless against his sexy but crazy ex-girlfriend who has stalked him to the planet.

Will he pick the safe option - two weeks of self abuse on a space station - or will he commit to partying in the wildest, most hazardous corner of Chastity Planet?

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

My current project is now the first of a series of shorts set on Chastity Planet, my ScFi setting where - duh! - the men are all locked in alien-tech chastity devices.

Readers always liked the setting, but somehow I never managed to quite writing an entire full-length novel. Perhaps the setting doesn't quite lend itself to that? It certainly works for shorter stories.

So, I'm being really productive at the moment for two reasons:

The first, I've just told you. I'm really enjoying the short episode format! It gives me much more creative freedom and I can let the stories evolve as write them.

The second is less obvious: Xena won't let me have an orgasm until I publish some books!

It's been more weeks!

So, I'm enjoying myself, resurrecting old ideas and blasting through them in a frenzy of pent up frustration.

However, there's also an irony. The Kindle Owners Lending Library (KOLL) means I can more or less see the pages read count in real time.

At least four people have read my first Enslaved by Posh Totty book and - presumably - got off to it, giving each of them at least one more orgasm than I've had for a month.

Posh totty!
Brett grinned nervously. He’d had a distant crush on Pippa for years, but he’d
never realized how very sexy she sounded; like an aristocratic who’d arrived at
a country mansion and not an expensive-looking modern apartment block.

“Oh do come on, we’re late,” she drawled.

Now Brett’s penis swelled against the inescapable ceramic bars. Panic
clawed his spine. Wearing his chastity device to the Student Union Charity
Roman Slave Auction had seemed like a good idea at the time….

At least six foot tall with curves that threatened to split her pretty
summer frock and shed it like a cocoon, everything about Pippa was made to be
obeyed. Even so, Brett hesitated. “I’m
not sure I should do this.”

The summer breeze bushed Pippa’s cloud of blond hair making her look
like a radiant goddess. It also snaked between Brett’s bare thighs and lifted
the hem of his fake Roman tunic revealing his Batman boxer shorts to the entire
street.

A passing group of girls giggled.

Blushing furiously, Brett clutched at cheap fabric and prayed that his
chastity device wasn’t visible through his underwear.

“Very Marylin Monroe,” said Pippa. “Now come on. Let’s get you inside,”
she boomed in what must have been her outdoor voice: English, aristocratic — posh! — and more suitable for bossing
horses around than for people. “Think of
those poor homeless kittens...”

Brett felt the whole package — genitals, hi-tech chastity device — lift
slightly against his underwear. He clamped the skirts of the tunic against his
thighs. “It was a donkey charity,” he corrected.

“The homeless donkeys as well,” boomed Pippa. Her big hand caught his
wrist and she tugged him inside. “It’s too late for second thoughts! I’ve paid
my two hundred pounds. You’re my slave for
the next 24 hours.”

At her words, the blood flowed from Brett’s brain to his captive
penis. He let the statuesque girl lead
him to the foot of the stairs. She released him and took the concrete steps
ahead of him, powerful legs taking five at a time. “Come on!” she repeated. She made
a double-clicking sound as if urging on a reluctant horse.

Brett stumbled and tried to clear
his mind. But it was no good, she’d pinged his fantasy about her. He had a
flash of her striding across the campus in her riding gear, britches so tight
they could have been painted on, whip tucked under one arm, knee length boots
adding to her already formidable height. She wasn’t wearing boots right now.
Instead strappy high-heeled sandals webbed her muscular calves.

Brett followed after her, gazing at her powerful legs.
The sight set off little spasms in his chastity device. This had to be
better than spending his last hours as a student locked in his dorm room
watching porn and getting cheap thrills by toying with the Red Button.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

If you're following this blog, you probably read my debut novel years ago. Last year, Amazon pulled it due to, I suspect, an automatic tool not liking the use of virgin or girl in the product description.

Heart in mouth, I rewrote the blurb, added a new cover, then resubmitted it. Here's how it now looks:

A kinky erotic novel about male chastity and Femdom at college!

Which would you choose? Erotic adventures beyond your wildest dreams, or being able to have an orgasm again... ever?

Mark is surrounded by delicious but messed-up young women. Despairing of ever bedding one, he agrees to wear an experimental chastity belt, only to discover that the ladies quite like the idea of a man without a penis!

His chastity belt unlocks the libidos of ice queens, pathological teases, timid wallflowers, and super bitches, opening the way for a spectacularly dysfunctional love triangle.

Unfortunately, the more he gets turned on, the longer the hi-tech device remains locked...

Friday, August 30, 2013

In this world slaves have permanent chastity cages fastened on their genitals and public whipping posts and benches are commonplace, even in locations such as churchyards and resorts. Mistresses matter-of-factly utilize these public conveniences for routine discipline, but not before requiring their slaves to publicly milk themselves with a self-lubricating dildo. Absolutely, these are hardcore femdom fantasies, and they would seem way more over-the-top if presented in contemporary and conventional circumstances. Somehow the unreal setting provides them with a degree of plausibility that even evokes a little humor as the narrator frets about his combined arousal and dread when facing this sort of punishment/humiliation.